Saint Paddy’s Day came and it went.
A gastronomical event.
the food was spot on,
my arteries groan
I’m sorely in need of a stent!
15 October 1931 was his date of birth,
He is a man of infinite worth.
Rameshwaram was his birthplace,
Poverty was a villain in his case.
A very down-to-earth man;
As a paper boy, his life, he began.
He was a hardworking student;
And was always very prudent.
A low-cost coronary stent,
Along with a cardiologist, he did invent.
As a ‘Missile Man’ he is well known,
For the talent that he has shown.
He supported Uniform Civil Code,
Upon him, Bharat Ratna was bestowed.
He is the darling of the youth;
Doubt not an ounce, for it’s the truth.
He was a relentless fighter,
A great orator, and writer.
All good virtues in him we see;
Can you guess who is he?
Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
Part of a grander play.
Are you just an apathetic Deity?
To an intellectual ape,
Did you create me?
Or am I just cosmic hypocrisy.
Our stent on this earth is fleeting!
BUT! My little girl is at war
with saints
heavenly host…
locked in brittle battle.
My soul must be pure thought,
I must keep up the charade.
I must not deviate.
The days come and go, ticks in infinity.
Her room is cold, my mind-numbed
By eternal ice it radiates…
I stand outside.
I stand alone.
The mansion as a buzz
with priests, pastors, media
in their raven black frocks
with white shocks
in their shadowy priestly collars.
Wages of sin and Redemption
at war for the humanity
For a little innocent soul,
not a war of guns
but of wills and damnation.
In the wrath of righteous extermination...
II of III
Dear POETESSES and POETS of POETRY SOUP; I plead of You not to tell my Host I am speaking with You. It has been a long time since I last spoke and I was
coerced to say what my host wanted me to say. Today I will say things about my
host that You may want to reprimand me for. Just know that I am speaking to
Your Hearts; as one Heart can see, feel, and hear another Hearts pang. I have had corroded artery surgery twice two strokes and a stent put in, within the last
two years. I am not looking for Pity or Sympathy, I'm looking for understanding
My Host has one Heart but two souls. One Soul belongs to Lenore completely. I have Pumped, through the many sorrows my host has kept inside himself for all
these years. The second Soul is also born of Love, for the Restaurants,his Students, 88% ended up working in 5 Star Restaurants, Resorts, and Hotels. My
host is waking: More Tomorrow!
A HEARTY EXPERIENCE
Bad cholesterol found easy sites in my heart for deposition
Time came when they needed to be cleaned by operation.
Two stents were planted by what they called angioplasty
My heart would survive if the arteries didn't again get nasty.
As medical treatments were getting day by day costly
For future financial relief I got a health insurance policy.
I realized the meaning of the saying nothing lasts forever
When some years later my heart in angina started to quiver.
No options left, I had to lie once again on operation table
The doctors did their job well to make my heart stable.
The rightful claim of expenses the insurer refused to cover
For I had more than one stent placed already as heart saver.
I then realized howsoever in the ads the offers glint
In real life one shoulda read the fine print.
February 1, 2018.
It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.
It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.
Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
Sum of two, percolating hearts
Two forks merge, Love's current to kickstart
Love's seminal streams nutrients cart
Naively, through winding conduits dart
Each mind's eye the vital signs chart
Through coronary arteries; blithe goals, hopes jump-start
Strains increase blood pressure, tearing conjunctive cells apart
Gritty plaque dams; communication channels thwart
From heart's door, through silted veins, corroding dreams depart
Alter egos swell; each inflammatory argument a counterpart
A professional, therapeutic stent does bypass lane impart
Until acute thrombosis does stagnant minds compart
Divergent heart streams dissected on Love's flowchart
Airy cistern reserves now spent
Each billowing mast folds its tent
Helios hurls his flaming trident
Through singed porthole flittering glint
Fiery sparks stream through each stent
Refracted waves in mercurial columns bent
Misty water colors shroud each gilded vent
Burnt orange truffles, golden ridges resplendent
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